Jma

My Stories

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  • We look so happy, don’t we? Harold has a hand on my shoulder. The photographer has us positioned just so. Harold is the head of the house. The provider, the man, and as such he
    200 words, 2 comments, April 21, 2005. In <200 lines
  • The coffee cup slammed down creating an earthquake on the landscape of the kitchen table. Paul’s pancakes tumbled.  Angeline’s usually pretty face was pulled taught and tw
    600 words, 1 comment, April 17, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • 400 words, April 8, 2005. In <200 lines, Adult, Other
  • When I was eighteen, my father invited me out on the dune buggies. He was a redneck and we had absolutely nothing in common. He enjoyed his beer, I didn’t drink. I liked classi
    200 words, 1 comment, April 8, 2005. In <200 lines, Other

My Poetry

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  • Threading fingers through holes in threadbare sheets,
    she catalogues stains on the wall,
    <100 words, 4 comments, June 16, 2006. In 0, 0, 15
  • The Insect hums
    Snake eats Man
    <100 words, 4 comments, June 16, 2006. In 0, 0, 4
  • Even thought my mouth is full,
    and your tail is hanging out
    <100 words, 3 comments, June 16, 2006. In 0, 0, 7

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